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Bleach - Ichigo/Renji/Rukai - Happily ever after
Title: Happily ever after
Author/Artist: T'Pau Silver
Pairing: Ichigo/Renji/Rukia
Fandom: Bleach
Theme: Jamies theme #6 - Memories
Ratings/Warnings: PG
Rukia shifted from foot to foot impatiently, trying to suppress the urge to hit something. Things were going too well. She’d counted on something going wrong, something awful happening. She’d expected that they’d have to alter her Kimono, one of Ichigo’s sisters would contract scurvy, there would be a sudden air-strike on the town. Anything that would keep her mind busy, give her a challenge and a distraction.
Of course, nothing of that sort had happened. There were no bombs or disasters, everyone was in good health and present and even her Kimono was perfect. Even her brother, who she’d expected to bail at the last minute so they’d have to draft in someone to take his place in the ceremonial proceedings, was there on time and ready.
Most brides would be ecstatic to see everything going so well, especially with a wedding so controversial and hard to organise as hers with Ichigo and Renji. She’d thought at one point she’d never see this day, but it was finally here. They’d had fights amongst themselves about what the ceremony was going to be like, they’d had fights with authouritied to be allowed to have the ceremony, they’d had fights with family to get blessing for the ceremony (notably Rukia’s, though Ichigo’s sisters had taken some winning over his dad had been all for it from the start). It had been fighting every step of the way and Rukia had been ready for the fight, but now it seemed to be over and there was nothing to do but go through with it.
A few days earlier, Orihime had come to see her to talk weddings. She’d advised Rukia then that the time between things being ready and the ceremony starting would be the longest and most painful of her life. Orihime had described her wedding day, how she’d sat there before wondering if she was doing the right thing by marring Ishida, if she really loved him, if he really loved her. She’d nearly called it of three times, but in the end she’d gone through it and was immensely glad.
Rukia had no such reservations about this ceremony. She was marrying her boys, and she loved them. Both of them. And she was lucky enough to have them love each other too so she never had to have any regrets. Of course this was right, how else would it fit together so perfectly. Of course she was going to marry them, they were her boys and they needed her.
It wasn’t fear or regret that plagued Rukia as she sat there, waiting for things to kick of. Those weren’t the things she was running from. What Rukia had hoped to avoid were, simply, memories. She sat there besides her brother and she remembered. Very specifically, she remembered Kaien-dono. Her mentor, her tutor, a man who’d helped her through so much and for who she had nothing but respect. Every time she looked at her brother she found herself wishing Kaien-dono was here. If he was still alive, she’d have fought tooth and nail to have him sit next to her now. He’d know what to do. He would just, be himself. He would crack a joke, tease her, knock her on the head, give her some good advice. He would make the entire proceeding seem like the easiest, most natural think in the world, but at the same time still understand the gravity of it and how important this was to her.
She needed that right now. She didn’t need Orihime with her cheerful words and her presumption that Rukia’s fears were the same as hers and could be solved in the same way. She didn’t need her brother and his brisk, dismissive attitude. To be fair to him, she had to admit, it was hardly his fault that he was acting like this. Being here with her now must bring up a lot of bad memories for him. Since she’d learned just how uncommonly similar to her sister she looked, she’d always tried to take more care with him but it was sometimes hard, and sat here now in a wedding Kimono she couldn’t help but feel she was being entirely un-courteous.
And, of course, as these things tend to, her thoughts spiralled downwards. Though she tried and she fought hard, thoughts of Kaien-dono still turned inevitably from his smile to his death. His death, then the death of the hollow who stole his face, even though she knew in her heart that it wasn’t him. She thought of his dying eyes. She thought of how much she’d missed him.
Once she started on them, she wasn’t able to stop. Exactly the kinds of unhappy things she didn’t want to be thinking about on her wedding day, she was thinking them now, sat here. It was ridiculous. Her and her brother, both sat here before her wedding, remembering the loss of a loved one. It was hardly a good start to ceremonies.
Then, suddenly, a door flew open and Renji burst in, swearing loudly, Ichigo and a slightly scandalised Yuzu following quickly behind. There was yelling and gestures and something was wrong with the flowers and someone important had got lost and couldn’t be located, and Rukia let herself get swept up in it happily, letting her boys pull her up and away and then she remembered exactly why she loved them. That gave her no time for unhappy thoughts, for sad memories, they entered her life with a yell and broke through all her unhappiness and surrounded her with love. Who couldn’t love men like that?
Author/Artist: T'Pau Silver
Pairing: Ichigo/Renji/Rukia
Fandom: Bleach
Theme: Jamies theme #6 - Memories
Ratings/Warnings: PG
Rukia shifted from foot to foot impatiently, trying to suppress the urge to hit something. Things were going too well. She’d counted on something going wrong, something awful happening. She’d expected that they’d have to alter her Kimono, one of Ichigo’s sisters would contract scurvy, there would be a sudden air-strike on the town. Anything that would keep her mind busy, give her a challenge and a distraction.
Of course, nothing of that sort had happened. There were no bombs or disasters, everyone was in good health and present and even her Kimono was perfect. Even her brother, who she’d expected to bail at the last minute so they’d have to draft in someone to take his place in the ceremonial proceedings, was there on time and ready.
Most brides would be ecstatic to see everything going so well, especially with a wedding so controversial and hard to organise as hers with Ichigo and Renji. She’d thought at one point she’d never see this day, but it was finally here. They’d had fights amongst themselves about what the ceremony was going to be like, they’d had fights with authouritied to be allowed to have the ceremony, they’d had fights with family to get blessing for the ceremony (notably Rukia’s, though Ichigo’s sisters had taken some winning over his dad had been all for it from the start). It had been fighting every step of the way and Rukia had been ready for the fight, but now it seemed to be over and there was nothing to do but go through with it.
A few days earlier, Orihime had come to see her to talk weddings. She’d advised Rukia then that the time between things being ready and the ceremony starting would be the longest and most painful of her life. Orihime had described her wedding day, how she’d sat there before wondering if she was doing the right thing by marring Ishida, if she really loved him, if he really loved her. She’d nearly called it of three times, but in the end she’d gone through it and was immensely glad.
Rukia had no such reservations about this ceremony. She was marrying her boys, and she loved them. Both of them. And she was lucky enough to have them love each other too so she never had to have any regrets. Of course this was right, how else would it fit together so perfectly. Of course she was going to marry them, they were her boys and they needed her.
It wasn’t fear or regret that plagued Rukia as she sat there, waiting for things to kick of. Those weren’t the things she was running from. What Rukia had hoped to avoid were, simply, memories. She sat there besides her brother and she remembered. Very specifically, she remembered Kaien-dono. Her mentor, her tutor, a man who’d helped her through so much and for who she had nothing but respect. Every time she looked at her brother she found herself wishing Kaien-dono was here. If he was still alive, she’d have fought tooth and nail to have him sit next to her now. He’d know what to do. He would just, be himself. He would crack a joke, tease her, knock her on the head, give her some good advice. He would make the entire proceeding seem like the easiest, most natural think in the world, but at the same time still understand the gravity of it and how important this was to her.
She needed that right now. She didn’t need Orihime with her cheerful words and her presumption that Rukia’s fears were the same as hers and could be solved in the same way. She didn’t need her brother and his brisk, dismissive attitude. To be fair to him, she had to admit, it was hardly his fault that he was acting like this. Being here with her now must bring up a lot of bad memories for him. Since she’d learned just how uncommonly similar to her sister she looked, she’d always tried to take more care with him but it was sometimes hard, and sat here now in a wedding Kimono she couldn’t help but feel she was being entirely un-courteous.
And, of course, as these things tend to, her thoughts spiralled downwards. Though she tried and she fought hard, thoughts of Kaien-dono still turned inevitably from his smile to his death. His death, then the death of the hollow who stole his face, even though she knew in her heart that it wasn’t him. She thought of his dying eyes. She thought of how much she’d missed him.
Once she started on them, she wasn’t able to stop. Exactly the kinds of unhappy things she didn’t want to be thinking about on her wedding day, she was thinking them now, sat here. It was ridiculous. Her and her brother, both sat here before her wedding, remembering the loss of a loved one. It was hardly a good start to ceremonies.
Then, suddenly, a door flew open and Renji burst in, swearing loudly, Ichigo and a slightly scandalised Yuzu following quickly behind. There was yelling and gestures and something was wrong with the flowers and someone important had got lost and couldn’t be located, and Rukia let herself get swept up in it happily, letting her boys pull her up and away and then she remembered exactly why she loved them. That gave her no time for unhappy thoughts, for sad memories, they entered her life with a yell and broke through all her unhappiness and surrounded her with love. Who couldn’t love men like that?